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Amazing Grace	By : Kooldragon400 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 41309 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Hmm....curiouser and curiouser...

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Tom was led into a large room, presumably a dining room that had been stripped of all furniture save a large, throne-like seat in the middle, which was flanked by a few smaller seats. The room was painted an antique beige color, and several large, expensive gold lamps lit the room with a flickering light. The man led Tom straight to the chair, and picked him up gently and sat him in the throne.

“Stay here, My Lord, the entertainment will be here shortly.” He said, before taking a chair at Tom’s right side.

A small scuffle near the other entrance of the dining room caught his eye, and he watched as two fearsome looking men dragged another man between them. Tom’s eyebrows furrowed when he noticed the man had on very unmagical clothing, and then he gasped when he realized exactly what he was watching.

“No!” he yelped.

The man sitting beside him grinned. The Muggle was in bad shape. He trembled from fear and lingering traces of the Cruciatus, and his face was a mess of bruises. His left hand appeared mangled somehow, and his right foot didn’t seem to want to cooperate. They forced him towards the throne, and then shoved him to the floor, where ropes appeared magically to bind him there.

“Isn’t this exciting? We thought it might help jog your memory about the filth of Muggles.” The man said, drawing his wand.

The Muggle pulled at his bindings, his eyes dilating at the sight of the wand.

“Crucio!”

Tom cringed as the man screamed, slapping his hands to his ears to try to stop the sound. After a few moments, the spell was broken and the screaming stopped, replaced by panting and soft groans.

Tears welled up in Tom’s eyes as he looked at the broken man bound in front of him.

“Isn’t this fabulous?” the wizard asked, standing from his seat. He made a complex corkscrew movement with his wand, and Tom cried out with the Muggle as the man’s arm visibly snapped.

“Stop it!” Tom cried, leaping out of his chair and grabbing the wizard’s hand.

“Stop? It’s Muggle torture, my Lord. Your favorite hobby.” He said, looking at Tom strangely.

“No! I am not your Lord. I am not Voldemort! I am Tom Riddle Black! Leave this man alone!” he snarled angrily. The wizard was silent for a few moments, before he stepped back from Tom and aimed his wand at the Muggle. A quick jerk and a mumbled word caused the man to press his knees together with a shriek of agony.

“No more Muggle babies…” the wizard said in a singsong voice. Tom looked at the Muggle in horror.

“Oh God…Our father….which art in Heaven….” He started to cry with pity for the poor man. The Muggle man heaved, and vomited blood down the front of his shirt and onto the floor. “Hallowed be thy name…”

The wizard glared at Tom, brandishing his wand towards him. “Stop that hideous chanting at once!” he snapped.

“Thy kingdom come, thy will be done-”

“-Did you not hear me? I said stop that!”

“Forgive us our trespasses-”

“-I am quite serious now, Master. If you don’t stop it-”

“-And lead us not into temptation-”

“Shut up!”

“-But deliver us from evil-”

“I said that’s enough!”

The wizard finally backhanded Tom incredibly hard, sending him flying. This also sent a wave of accidental magic out, shattering every single lantern in the room, pitching them into the dim light of a sunbeam through a far window.

The wizard glanced around, and then looked at Tom, who was holding his cheek and looking at him, his eyes still faintly glowing from the expended magic. A small, cruel smile spread itself wide across the wizard’s face.

“My Lord….I think we’ve been going about this much the wrong way…”

~~

Harry tended to the fire faithfully, creating a humble breakfast for the three men. It hadn’t been as bad as he had expected. There were times when they were able to create shortcuts. Between Lucius and Sirius, they had been able to apparate sometimes between cities and towns, but only if one or the other had been there, and could take a burden. Viatoris had his own special way of travel, which involved ripping a small tear in the fabric of space itself, and appearing wherever they appeared. When confronted by an angry Lucius as to why they couldn’t use that trick to find Grace, Viatoris merely replied that if he tried to bring one of them with him in the space between, they would die, but only after an extremely painful experience of having every bone in their body crushed by the sheer pressure.

Lucius had backed down, but had appeared bitter afterwards.

Aslan watched as Harry fried up some wild eggs and a bit of fish he’d managed to catch. Harry had been nice enough to stuff a jalapeno in the fish’s head and toss it to Aslan, and had gotten himself a loyal hunting companion.

Nala was nowhere to be found. She disappeared sometimes in the mornings, right as they woke up, but she would always reappear as they started off. She seemed closed off from Lucius, the exact opposite of Aslan, who cuddled with anyone who he thought would scratch that special spot right behind his left wing. Lucius also didn’t seem too enamored with Nala, and often made disparaging remarks about the animal.

Aslan gnawed on a leftover bone of the chicken they’d managed to nick from a farm. Harry pulled the pan from the fire, and put it on the pop-up camping table under a stasis spell. Sirius and Lucius would wake soon enough, but he had a call of nature to attend to.

He walked a ways out from the camp to do his business. When he was done, a flick of his wand threw some dirt over the spot, and he cleaned his hands. As he turned back towards camp, a faint noise caught his attention. He listened hard, closing his eyes and turning towards where he thought he had heard it. There it was again.

Mindful of things that didn’t like people in the forest, he tightened his grip on his wand and headed off towards the noise. As he got closer, the noise became more pronounced. It was a strange noise, a mixture between the squawk of a bird and the bleating of a young deer. It was depressing is what it was…

He came to a small clearing in the woods, and lowered his wand when he saw the origin of the bleating noise. Nala was sitting on a felled tree, staring at nothing in particular. Her beak was open, and every few moments the strange, squawking sound emerged.

Harry approached slowly, and realized when he was only a few steps away what she was doing. Large, pearly tears dripped steadily from Nala’s eyes, wetting her fur and falling to the trunk underneath her. The whole feline body was trembling, and the squawks shook her frame. She was crying. She was sobbing, actually, as only an animal could do.

“Nala…” Harry said softly. Nala turned towards him, not at all surprised at his presence. She gave another squawk, and Harry reached out to pet her. She flinched, and Harry’s dark brows furrowed. Grace would not have been unkind to Nala…she fawned over the little animal. That left only a few people that could have made Nala frightened. Hermione would skin someone who thought about hurting a defenseless animal. He didn’t think Draco, as much as he’d changed, would have hurt his sister’s familiar…so that left Lucius. Somehow he’d frightened Nala to the point she wouldn’t grieve in front of anyone else.

Harry’s hand rested on top of her head for a few moments, before he started to pet her gently. She still seemed nervous for a little while, before he felt her begin to relax under his touch. The sad, bleating squawks stopped, and eventually the tears did too. Harry leaned forward, pressing his face to the top of Nala’s head.

“It’s okay….we’ll find her.” He said, his fingers moving to rub the side of her neck. Nala pulled back slightly and looked at him, giving a questioning chirp. Though she could not talk, the meaning was clear.

Do you promise?

Harry gave Nala a lopsided grin. “I promise we’ll find her. And then she can yell at her dad for whatever he did to frighten you.” He said. He reached into the pocket of his robes, searching, before pulling out a plump green jalapeno pepper. Nala’s beak clicked in a happy manner, and Harry held the pepper out for her. She took the treat from him, crushing it with her beak and eating it in one go. Then she leaned forward and preened at Harry’s hair a bit, showing affection. Harry laughed.

“All right then, love, let’s get back to camp before Sirius eats all the food.” He said, and stood up straight. Nala hopped down from the log, and pranced in front of him, her tufted tail flicking back and forth languidly.

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At Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, an owl tapped insistently on the Headmaster’s window, drawing his attention from his paperwork. It being a Friday, classes were almost over, and the weekend would be a time for resting.

Viktor Torrin stood from the large Headmaster’s seat, and walked to the window to let the owl in. He paused momentarily when he saw the crest around the bird’s neck. A small blue pendant, with a black cat engraved on it, and crossed swords beneath it. It was the crest of the Torrin clan. At least…it was the crest when his father had ruled. When his uncle had taken over the crest had changed to some gaudy mix of a lion and a bat.

He quickly let the owl in, and retrieved the letter, ripping it open. His brown eyes widened as he read. He got to the end of the letter, and his eyes fairly glowed with anger and emotion. He tucked the letter away in his robes, and stormed out of the office, making a quick stop at his Deputy Headmaster’s office. Minerva McGonagall had retired the previous year, and a werewolf by the name of Frank Smythe had taken over. Of course there had been an uproar, but Viktor merely brushed off the public reaction and let the man prove himself. The Transfiguration scores hadn’t been this high in years…

Viktor knocked desperately on the door, and Frank answered.

“I need you to take care of the Headmaster’s duties for the weekend. I have a family matter to attend to.” He said. Frank’s nostrils flared, and he nodded.

“Will do, Viktor. Just be careful.” He said. Viktor nodded, and took off down the hallway. Frank’s eyebrows rose. Viktor didn’t run for many things. It must be very important.

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Aslan and Nala paced back and forth, occasionally clawing at the ground in front of them. Viatoris was perched on a high branch above the group, his cloaked head looking up in front of them.

The house was nestled in the side of a mountain, looming and dark. It was as much a fortress as it was a house, and two burly sentinels stood guard at the door.

“So how exactly do we get in?” Harry asked. Sirius hissed softly, and whacked Harry across the back of the head.

“Shh!” he breathed. “Not so loud! I’m not sure how we get in. Somehow we’ll have to get past the guards. But even then…I have no idea how heavily guarded this place is on the inside. Come on…let’s scope the place.” Sirius said softly, and the group began to move. They walked for several minutes, before Viatoris suddenly swooped down before them, extending his long arms to stop them.

“There’s someone up ahead.” He said.

Nala and Aslan flanked the group, flexing their claws and clicking their beaks. Lucius moved forward, wand drawn, and stepped around the Dementor. A rustle in the bushes made them all stiffen, and Lucius aimed his wand steadily at the bush.

There was a sudden blur as the stranger attacked, and Viatoris moved in a blur of black, intercepting the attacker in mid air and using the forward momentum to spin around and pin the man to the ground, spitting and hissing like an angry cat.

“Saints preserve us!” the man cried.

Lucius’ head snapped towards him. “Viktor?” he asked. “Viktor Torrin?”

Viatoris fluttered backwards, freeing the man from his grasp. Viktor stood quickly, looking between the group with a shocked expression.

“Lucius Malfoy? What are you doing here?” he asked. Lucius’ expression hardened.

“I’m here to rescue my daughter. She was taken from me on Halloween.” He said stiffly. Viktor’s dark eyebrows furrowed, before realization dawned on his face.

“You daughter is the girl in the dungeon!” he said. Lucius perked up a bit. “My father spoke to her this morning. She is alive, if a bit roughed up.” He added. Lucius’ breath hitched to hear relatively good news.

“What are you doing here, Viktor?” Lucius asked. Viktor’s eyes turned an angry, muddy mix of brown and red.

“My father asked me to come here to fight for my clan. My father was at one time the head of the Torrin clan, until my uncle wrested the control from him. Some of the lesser factions of our clan left when my uncle took over, but we’ve managed to get their support one time only for a coup. The only reason my father had the faith to do so was because your daughter told him his daughter, my sister, survived betraying my uncles marriage proposal for her.” He said. “The one you call Stasja is my sister, and we thought her dead until we heard the news from the girl.”

“Snape’s chick is your sister?” Harry asked. Viktor’s gaze turned to Harry, and seemed a bit surprised.

“Why is Harry Potter helping to rescue the daughter of Lucius Malfoy?” he asked. Lucius sighed.

“It’s a long story. Suffice it to say we needed his wand power.” He replied. Viktor nodded, but then turned to Viatoris, who was floating near the shadows cast by the trees.

“And the Dementor?” he asked. “How did you get that thing trained so well?”

Viatoris took a deep, rattling breath, making the air chill significantly and making them all shudder. “I am no dog to be trained and mastered. I traveled with them as an equal, and agreed to stand guard of my own free will.”

“All right, all right, Tori…calm down. He didn’t mean to ruffle your cloak.” Sirius said, reaching in his pocket and pulling out a bar of chocolate. “Get off your rag on go sit in the branches and see if anyone else wants to maim us.” He said, tossing the chocolate at the Dementor. Viatoris caught he chocolate and growled, but released the Dementor chill on the air. He zoomed up into the trees, and a few moments later a balled up wrapper fell through the air and bounced perfectly off of Sirius’ head.

“Well that was awkward.” Viktor said. Then he shook it off. “Come with me, friends, and I’ll put you into our party. We’re taking the place by force in the morning.” Viktor said. Lucius turned to the others, and they shrugged, pocketing their wands and following the man.

The camp was about an hour’s walk from the house, and by the time they reached the place, they were exhausted. There was a small sea of tents protected by a Disillusionment spell. Campfires were already dotting the landscape, and the smell of roasting meat tickled their noses.

A young man approached them, dressed in dark blue robes. He looked at the new arrivals, but his gaze rested on Lucius.

“You are Lucius Malfoy.” He said. Lucius drew himself up haughtily. Just because he was dirty, smelled like a forest, and hadn’t had a decent shave in about a month didn’t mean he was any less Malfoy. The young man laughed softly in return. “Yes, you are him. Your daughter looks very much like you.” He said, his brown eyes twinkling. Lucius lost his haughty look, his brow furrowing.

“How is she really?” he asked. The young man grew somber.

“She’s a bit bruised around the edges. They’re starving her.” He said honestly. Lucius nodded, his eyes getting a bit wet. Harry inhaled sharply. He knew the ache of hunger. He knew what it felt like to go days without food, and he wouldn’t have wished it on anyone.

“Father, we have a great advantage on our side with these people. They have Harry Potter, and a secret weapon.” Viktor said to the man.

“Father?” Sirius, Lucius, and Harry all asked at the same time, looking at the young man.

“Yes.” Viktor said. “This is my father, Aleksandr Torrin. He is three hundred and forty-seven years old.” Viktor said. Aleksandr smiled.

“Good genes, yeah?” he asked. “And then blessed with two blood-born children so close together.” He added. “So…Harry Potter joins us? And what of this secret weapon?” he asked.

Viatoris took that as his cue, slipping seamlessly from the harsh shadows cast by the campfires, and Aleksandr’s demeanor changed immediately. He went from nervous-looking young man to battle-worn soldier immediately, baring his fangs and crooking his fingers into sharp claws.

“Father, no!” Viktor said, stepping in front of his father. “This is their weapon! This Dementor is loyal to them, and travels as their guard.” He said quickly. Aleksandr relaxed marginally, his teeth still bared at the Dementor, before his demeanor slowly melted back into that of the unassuming young man, with still a hint of the warrior in his eyes.

“Very well. Just make sure it doesn’t cause trouble.” Aleksandr said, obviously disapproving of the Dementor. He turned on his booted heel and started away. “We leave at dawn.” He said as he left. Viatoris landed solidly on two feet, and turned his back on the retreating Vampire, bending over to thrust out his bony hips.

“I’m a big scary vampire with big scary teeth! Fear me or I’ll drink your blood! Well you can kiss my bony arse, Death-fleer!” He said, before standing and walking away from the group, back into the trees. Harry cleared his throat as Nala and Aslan began to mewl for food.

“Someone doesn’t like vampires…”

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Grace shivered under her blankets, trying to burrow deeper into the hard mattress. Her stomach growled, and she gave up sleep for a lost cause. She rolled over onto her back, staring up at the stone ceiling over her.

She jumped when the door to the room opened suddenly, groaning when she saw Afanasi. He grinned maliciously at her, entering the room fully and shutting the door. She sat up in bed, drawing the blankets up around her as if for protection, and whimpered.

He approached the bed without a word, reaching forward and wrenching the blankets from her hands, tossing them away. She put her arms up to shield herself, and strong hands wrapped around her wrist, jerking her up and towards him.

“Look at you.” He said finally. “You are nothing. You are not good for very much. There is very little a woman is good for.” He added. Seeing where this was going, Grace began to struggle weakly. A sharp slap across her face stilled her, but she began to sob. “You see what I’m getting at. Very good.” He said, and tossed her back on the bed roughly. Her head cracked against the wall on the other side, and she saw stars. “Divesto.” He incanted, and suddenly the tattered remains of Grace’s party costume were gone, leaving her naked as the day she was born.

She screamed, and tried to cover herself, but another spell froze her in place. She didn’t recognize the spell.

“I love this jinx. It’s like the full-body bind, insomuch as it binds you completely. But this particular spell allows me to move you as I please, giving it the name the Puppeteer’s Jinx.” He said with a grin. Afanasi began to spread her out on the edge of the bed gently, caressing her in ways that made her skin crawl. He parted her legs and pushed her knees back, revealing her pink sex to him. “Attractive enough. I’ve seen better.” He said with a shrug, and started to reach for his belt.

The door was thrown open again, and a guard entered, panting.

“Afanasi! We are under attack. Your brother leads a rebellion!” the guard said. Afanasi cursed angrily.

“Go! I’ll be there shortly.” He said, and the man left. Afanasi turned back to Grace. “You’ve been granted a reprieve, girl. But when I get back from spilling my brother’s guts on the grounds, I will fuck you even more brainless than you already are.” He said seriously, walking away from her. As he reached the door, he paused, grinning maliciously.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small round bottle. “I was saving this to force on you…but I think I’ll leave it as a little trap in case anyone should find themselves down here.” He said, and the bottle levitated up into the air. He held up both hands, and incanted several long phrases of an unfamiliar language, before he opened the door. “Oh I do hope one of the Awakened find you. They are known for their particular brand of ferocity.” He said with a grin, before shutting the door. The little bottle hung there innocently, filled with a glowing pink potion of some sort.

Grace could move her head a bit, but that was it. She was stuck in an awkward, humiliating pose until she was rescued. Tears leaked steadily down her face.

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Tom seemed to be squaring off with the man who had been trying to awaken his powers. He was sporting several angry red lashes across his bottom, and the mirror on the other side of the room was shattered.

“Renounce your little religious streak and all can be forgotten.” He said to Tom. Tom frowned.

“Romans 1:16 says ‘For I am not ashamed of the Gospel of Christ: for it is the power of God unto salvation to every one that believeth.’” He said angrily. The man tightened his hand on the belt, and prepared to go another round with Tom.

The door burst open quickly, and one of the vampiric guards glared at the man. “You’re going to have to forget your little pet Lord for the moment. The place is under attack and we need all available hands. He’s a lost cause anyway….he reeks of the Church.” The man said, baring his fangs at Tom before he walked off.

The man cursed loudly and vehemently. “Fine. Just….fine.” he snarled. “You want to follow Jesus?” he asked, tossing aside the belt and drawing his wand. “You want to live like him? You can die like him, too!” he snarled, before hurling a hex that lifted Tom off of his feet, tossed him across the room, and slammed him on his back so hard the wind was knocked out of him. He was finally able to draw a shuddering breath after several long, painful moments.

The man stood over him, and with a flick of the wrist Tom was bound to the floor. Two more flicks brought Tom’s hands out to the side, and drew his knees up so his feet rested flat on the floor. Tom’s eyes dilated in fear as the man knelt down, and pressed the tip of his wand into Tom’s palm.

He growled out a spell, and burning, white-hot pain shot through Tom’s arm as a bolt of magic pierced through the flesh and bone, into the floor before solidifying into a metal spike. Tom screamed, before another wave of the wand Silenced him. His mouth was open in a silent shriek.

The man stood, and slowly walked to the other side, before kneeling again and pressing the wand into his other palm. The same spell produced the same results, and a new spike formed in his palm.

“I hate to do this, little one. I had such high hopes for you…but all good things must come to an end…” he said. He Vanished Tom’s small boots, and then repeated the spell on each foot. Tom was unable to move, but he was sobbing violently and biting at his lips. “And the pièce de résistance…” he said, and released the bind on Tom. His muscles automatically jerked, and his head whipped back and forth in agony. The man inhaled the tangy scent of blood, and laughed. “Good luck.”

And then he left, making sure to shut the door to Tom’s room and lock it. Had be bothered to look, he would have noticed that Tom’s terrarium was empty. Had he taken even a few moments longer, the young basilisk would have emerged from under the bed and struck. As it were, sheer luck had him out of the room before Alphard emerged, and slithered towards the young boy on the floor. His yellow eyes, steadily darkening to prepare for the Killing Gaze, glanced from spike to spike, before taking in Tom’s agony-twisted face.

The serpent opened its mouth and gave a bleat of dismay, upset that its friend was in pain.

Bad.

It said softly, slithering up onto his stomach to rest there. Alphard’s deadly yellow eyes rested on the door, and he vowed to take a bite out of the next person who tried to harm the little human.

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Oh....well....that ended a lot more violently than I originally planned.
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